Friday, March 24, 2023

The Jump {Bookcases}

Falls of 90-100 feet
Are associated with 100%
Mortality, and I
Know a place, but the guy
Who comes in a few days a week,
Keith, he's too nice to
Clean my body off the rocks,
I don't want to hurt the
Hands that held me back from
Skin too sharp and blades too soft,
Blood coagulating in my
Stomach, didn't you feel the
Way my entire being caught fire
When you touched me?
The collapsing of each boundary
Built from old pine and lincoln logs
And bookcases,
Burning like signals on
Old mountains, seven
Sisters and seven seconds to decide
Am I gonna dive
Or watch myself die? 

Monday, March 20, 2023

Conferences for Kids

The sound of declarations,
proclamation, at dawn 
scent of coffee on my tongue,
red-faced, shouting about Calvin,

But I'm thinking of Hobbes,
and the way of gentle holds
June moons and inappropriate songs,
sleeping in the back pew,

She said she knew you,
and my stomach froze, 
on the night of a June moon,
her arms and her neck
and your lips all over that,

I buried my head in the sand
on the Carolina coast,
All have sinned and lost
I use vodka shots

to erase the pictures
of her hot breath and pretty nose
and your caresses,
most of those. 

Verdant II

Green fields and valleys
where I lay down my head,
Green, green grass upon my cheek
And the sound of a sigh
as you breathe,
The skylight lingers on freckled skin
the brands of summers already spent,
The meadow where we sleep
and the air which you breathe,
And your hands folding,
fingers folding,
the universe folding
in on me, skylight twinkling,
Green, green, green. 


Boys

I'm not putting anything on the table,

But you just make me laugh

Too much

Whenever I feel like

I might drown

And it's so sweet, I get high on all that

Sugar and spice and all things nice

That you've hidden behind your

Frogs and mud,

Little boys are made of

Big love and big hugs and a little bit

Of dirt and bugs

With sparkling eyes of wonder,

Look at this lovely world, look and see

I found this flower for you,

With the roots still dangling, tangled with

Fresh earth,

I'm not putting anything on the table,

But thanks

For saving me.